Capercaillie
The Blood Is Strong
An Ataireachd Ard
The constant ataireachd, hear the sound of the ataireachd ad
The noise of the ocean is as heard by me in my patch,
Unchanged and without pity, sweeping the sands of the beach
The permanent throbbing, hear the sound of the throbbing ad
But I will travel from you, I will no longer move in your dale
My age is it is my pleasure to mention the shortness of my day
'In the time for me to sleep' in the cold and the sleep of death
My bed makes up for the sound of the air.

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